Текст песни Grey4one - Последний стих

Create a world of your own, to cover with your head
And die under all lamps of opinions under the masters of comparisons
Wiebel micro to yell then say that songs
This is not all life you do not think, just listen. Where are you?!
And I no longer regret, I probably already fuck for a long time
Wobn in the first verse column and opened the window
It's time to fly down, I accelerate my pulse
Red painting on asphalt but so I'm afraid again
If not waiting and there are not waiting here just something between
Probably was alive now probably undead
All the poverty chord and distribute the tenderness
Tipo not alone they need a lot of them like hear them

I will not understand everything, it is not impaired and you
I will be incomprehensible in the world of digital conversations
In verses I will remind you about you, in myself I will forget at all
To continue to live and here to pretend a little
Under the clouds, my last verse burns
Which is measured by hours that long to life
Already tenth somewhere that try to stop everything
With their shots in the chest not in the void

Create a world about your own, so that you are there and I'm with you but hardly
After all, I was a fucking director who could be a script
There was a lot that was not so but confused draft
I'm tagged and no ways and I can hardly find them
Of us did not come out and even just familiar
6 months on that slowly so from the coma
I desired by we were confused not to find
Me among the names online you among the crowd
There are so many songs about you, but played the titers
I will be something else to say while there are paints in the palette
Well, while I'm waiting for me here or there is something between
Probably was alive now probably undead
It will go out the light in the window and I will tell everyone for tenderness
What type is alone and there is no one to hear anyone!